The
Nile
by James
Leigh Hunt
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| It flows through old hushed Egypt
and its sands, |
| Like some grave
mighty thought threading a dream, |
| And times and
things, as in that vision, seem |
| Keeping along it their eternal
stands, - |
| Caves, pillars, pyramids, the
shepherd bands |
| That roamed through
the young world, the glory extreme |
| Of high Sesostris,
and that southern beam, |
| The laughing queen that caught
the world's great hands. |
| Then comes a mightier silence,
stern and strong, |
| As of a world left empty of
its throng, |
| And the void weighs
on us; and then we wake, |
| And hear the fruitful stream
lapsing along |
| Twixt villages, and
think how we shall take |
Our own calm journey
on for human sake.
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